After 26 years of fighting, the road from Kabul to Kandahar
is rubble, rutted and pockmarked with outcroppings that
grind axles, suspensions and bones. My soundman Anton
acquired a Gorbachev-like bruise on his forehead from
one particularly bad jolt.
It was a 15-hour trip to Kandahar, and there were times
when the dirt and dust were so thick that we couldn't
see anything, and thought we might get hit by an oncoming
truck.
